Just my luck

So it just seems never to be my good luck days. Yesterday while in Salt Lake I ran over three nails that must have been perfectly placed to puncture my back left tire. All three within inches of each other. At seven thirty at night, there was not a single shop open at that time so I raced to Costco. Well I have a love/hate relationship with them right now. One of my favorite stores, but they don't service any tires unless you purchased them from Costco. Horrible. So I had the pleasure of placing my element in the outside lane and driving 50 mph the whole way home on my spare tire. Bright and early this morning I took my tire to Discount Tire since I just bought new tires from them not so long ago. Well $100 dollars later and one new tire I had hoped to have my car fixed. Oh wait they had to order it in... so as I raced back after work I got there just in time to get the new tire put on. A few stops later and I finally got to head home. What a day.